Chapter 751

For example, mountains—no matter how mighty, like the Buzhou Mountain—ultimately vanish into the long river of history, with not the slightest chance to take human form.

For example, primordial spiritual roots, though inherently lofty, find transformation into human form exceedingly difficult; those who succeed are few and far between.

The mountain god's physical form is colossal, stretching hundreds of li in all directions; to take human form, it is not merely difficult as climbing to heaven—it is nearly as hard.

Moreover, as a mountain tasked with suppressing demons and monsters, his sole mission is to imprison them, leaving him no opportunity whatsoever to take human form.

Thus, after suppressing the Snake Spirit and the Scorpion Spirit for over nine thousand years, he finally devised a method—borrowing the gourd spiritual root left behind by a great transcendent during the suppression of demons, to take human form.

As a divine mountain evolved by a great transcendent, he understood the gourd spiritual root intimately.

The gourd spiritual root, when separated, becomes seven gourd children, each possessing unique magical abilities.

When united, they become the Little Golden Gourd, with even greater power.

If he could borrow the form of the Little Golden Gourd to take human shape, he would not only gain freedom but also boundless magical abilities, securing his safety.

This method was exceedingly ingenious, yet fraught with many difficulties.

The gourd spiritual root, when evolved, is born with innate magical power and possesses fierce resistance against soul-possession and similar techniques.

He had already experienced this when the gourd spiritual root was still a seed.

Otherwise, why not directly imprint his divine soul onto the gourd seed and then plant it, effortlessly seizing the gourd spiritual root's transformation?

Why would the Snake Spirit even get a chance?

Why would he need to execute any subsequent plan?

To refine the gourd spiritual root, he thought of the Southern Pole Cauldron in the Wulong Pond.

Though that cauldron was merely the one used by Southern Pole before becoming an immortal—not a top-tier immortal artifact—it contained a divine fire collected during Southern Pole's celestial tribulation.

A divine fire capable of forging immortal bodies naturally held the potential to melt and fuse the souls of the gourd children, granting him an opening.

Beyond that, to make the gourd children grow more fond of him, he exerted great effort, evolving an incarnation to personally plant the gourd spiritual root, hoping to increase his chances of soul possession.

But human plans cannot rival the designs of heaven.

The sudden appearance of the Snake Spirit caused the gourd spiritual root to vanish entirely—how could he not be furious!

How many years of painstaking effort had he invested in this scheme?

Now, all of it was destroyed by the Snake Spirit; seeing the Snake Spirit's power grow, his heart bled—this Snake Spirit had refined the gourd spiritual root, which should have been mine!

The more he thought this, the greater the force in his hands became; even as the rolling mountains cracked and collapsed under the backlash, he paid no heed.

"Snake Spirit, you have ruined my path! Today, I, this god, swear to fight you to the death!"

"Is that all you've got?" The Snake Spirit sneered; behind her, six halos appeared, and (aida) a sword soared into the air, radiating a terrifying aura, shining with countless beams of light.

The next instant, one sword became countless swords, falling like a rain of blades.

Boom—

With just one strike, not only was the mountain god's incarnation reduced to ash, but also the entire range of mountains spanning hundreds of li turned to ruins.

"Lady, when did you become so powerful?"

From beneath a shattered rock in the ruins, a Scorpion Spirit crawled out, face pale with dread, hardly believing his eyes.

Even ten thousand years ago, when both of us possessed ten thousand years of magic power, we never had such terrifying strength.

"Because I gained an immortal fortune!" The Snake Spirit said proudly. "Come, let's go back and talk."

"Back where?" The Scorpion Spirit stared blankly at the ruins. "Your lair is completely destroyed, and all your minor demons are dead."

"Let's go to my sister's place," the Golden Snake Spirit said, embarrassed.

She had just gained power and was eager to test it, unable to hold back—and never imagined the consequences would be this severe.

Had she not remembered the Scorpion Spirit and held back in time, she might now be a widow.

At this moment, the Scorpion Spirit suddenly shivered, glancing at the Snake Spirit with fear, daring not to speak a word.

The two mounted demonic clouds and rose into the sky; in moments, they arrived at a mountain thick with demonic aura.

"This is the lair of the Green Snake Great King. Stop here."

The Golden Snake and the Scorpion Spirit descended from their clouds, landing before the mountain.

The Golden Snake Spirit snorted: "Look who I am!"

"It's the Golden Snake Great King! My apologies, please come in!"

The mountain guard demon instantly broke into cold sweat.

Wasn't this demon king said to be imprisoned? How did he suddenly appear, and why is his power so terrifying now?

"Sister, I've come to visit you!"

"Sister, I heard you escaped your seal and was just about to visit you—yet here you are! Bring wine and dishes! Today, I shall drink my fill with my sister."

At her command, an array of delicacies was brought to the table.

The Green Snake Spirit was extremely proud.

Her lair was fully staffed—even several human chefs were kept, serving novel dishes far beyond what ordinary demon lairs could offer.

She looked at the Golden Snake Spirit, only to see her take one bite—and then put down her chopsticks.

"Sister, are my dishes not to your taste?" the Green Snake asked, surprised. "My chefs are the best within a hundred li!"

"The best within a hundred li?" The Golden Snake looked unimpressed; with a thought, she produced several dishes. "Try these, Sister!"

The Green Snake looked at the dishes, her eyes changing.

These dishes were astonishing—not only did they emit a mouthwatering aroma, but also streams of golden light.

"Where did these dishes come from? How could they be so miraculous?"